Stolen Love

by Lauren Hunt

  “Well Hammer, I wonder what these are?” I shoved the paper warrants in his face, making sure that he could taste them. “Sit this guy up,” I ordered. Two raid members picked up Hammer and sat him against the wall.

  “This won't matter, lady. We'll beat whatever bogus charge you stick on us.”

  I crouched down in front of the leader. “I've been hunting you guys for a long time. I wanted to make damn sure this would stick. You could thank Miguel and the Los Diablos for that.”

  “You're a lying bitch,” he screamed at me.

  I stood up and walked away. “Oh yeah, one more thing. We raided your 'secret' stashes and found all the guns and drugs. You guys will be rotting in prison until the day you die.” Hammer's face turned to horror. He knew I had him by the balls.

  I glanced over the other members on the ground and marveled at my success.

  Malarkey came to my side. “Feels good, doesn't it?”

  “It will feel even better when the bosses give me a promotion and get us out of that damn closet.”

  Malarkey chuckled.

  Something wasn't sitting right with me though. I scanned around the room but couldn't put my finger on the sudden doubt in the pit of my stomach. I looked at the Dark Steel members and counted.

  “Charlie team, did you clear every room upstairs?”

  Charlie leader answered in the affirmative. I looked back down at all the faces of the club members. Damn! “Where's Axe?” I asked with bubbling rage.

  Malarkey looked down at a list in his hands. “He's the number three, right?”

  Double Damn!

  I ordered the teams to do another sweep of the building. “He must be hiding here somewhere. We have to find him!”

  Chapter Twenty

  Winter

  I awoke from my post-coital bliss and Axe was laying next to me, his arms and legs entangled in mine. I watched him sleep, his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering. I wondered what he was dreaming about—maybe robbing a bank, killing a bunch of bad guys, or maybe even sex with me.

  I lifted the bed sheet up slightly and gazed under. His shaft was flaccid and small. I giggled to myself. I couldn't believe he was all mine.

  “Are you done?” Axe asked, waking from sleep.

  I flush crimson and put the sheet back down. “I'm sorry, I just can't keep my eyes off your body.”

  “Should we do something about that?” His lip curled into a grin.

  Desire returned in full force. My mind screamed at me for no more—my body had it's own plan. Axe kissed me softly and I climbed on top of him. His erection became rock hard beneath me. I grinded against him, rubbing my sex all over him. Axe reached up and squeezed my breasts, massaging and kneading them.

  The sound of glass shattering in the hallway interrupted our heavenly time.

  Axe flung me off to the side and bolted out of bed. Hammer from downstairs yelled up, “FBI!”

  “Get your clothes on fast,” Axe ordered.

  He went over to a drawer and pulled out a large silver pistol. We quickly got dressed and Axe tucked the pistol in the belt behind his back. Footsteps pounded up and down the hallway. They could come bursting in at any moment. Axe locked the door and went back to the dresser. “Help me with this.”

  I took one side and we shifted it over. I thought we were trying to block the door but Axe stopped short of it. He bent down at the wall and pushed it in. A small square door popped open. Axe smiled. “I always have an escape plan.” He motioned for me to go first. “I'll follow behind and close the trapdoor behind us.”

  I got down on my hands and knees and looked through the tiny door. The shaft was small but big enough to fit a person crawling through. I glanced back at Axe and he kicked my butt to get me going. Ouch! I inched my way through the tunnel, wiping cobwebs out of the way. Axe followed behind and closed the door, cutting off the small amount of light.

  We could hear the door to the bedroom break open. Boots pounded against the floor as they walked around. My pulse was pounding in my ear and fear kept me frozen. A man yelled, “Clear” and walked away. We were safe—for now.

  “Keep going, Winter,” Axe whispered.

  I continued my descent into the musty escape. I finally came to another small door that opened to the outside. We were still on the second story and the drop was at least fifteen feet high. “What do you want me to do?”

  “There should be a dumpster right below. Jump down into it.”

  He's got to be kidding. But I knew he wasn't.

  I took a deep breath and looked below—it might as have been a hundred feet. I felt a shove on my ass and I came crashing down into a pile of smelly black trash bags. The overwhelming stench of rotten food made me want to vomit. I quickly climbed out of the dumpster and watched as Axe made the same leap. His head popped out with some lettuce stuck in his hair. I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous situation.

  Axe climbed out and joined me. “It's time we split up, Winter.”

  What is he talking about? “No, I'm staying with you.”

  Axe and I ducked down behind the dumpster. “Listen to me. They aren't looking for you. You can walk away from this without a scratch.”

  I steeled myself. There was no way in hell Axe was going to change my mind. “I'm not going anywhere without you.”

  Axe looked deep into my eyes and kissed me hard. “You're so cute when you're defiant. I don't have time to argue with you. Stay here and I'll get my bike.”

  I nodded and kissed him once again before he went off into the darkness. I sat behind the dumpster, my hands balled up in my lap, my stomach full of nerves. Minutes passed and he still wasn't back. Did he get caught? Should I check out what was going on?

  I stood up and a hand touched my shoulder from behind. I screamed and turned around to find Axe with his index finger against his lips. His Harley sat behind him, ready to take us away from all this. “Hurry and get on. The feds are crawling all over this place.”

  “You don't have to tell me twice.” I bounced onto the bike behind Axe and held onto him as he started the motorcycle. We zoomed through the alley and around the front of The Burger Joint. Black SUVs were parked all over the place. A woman with short hair and a suit came running outside the restaurant as we sped away.

  We were going to make it.

  I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose against his neck. I never wanted to leave this motorcycle. The bike suddenly stopped. Why were we stopping so soon? The FBI were probably on our tail. I gazed over to see my apartment.

  “What are we doing here, Axe? Do you want me to get some stuff?”

  Axe shook his head. “You can't come with me, Winter.”

  I hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could, but I knew he couldn't even feel it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “The FBI are after me and the MC is in handcuffs. I need to escape town until the heat dies down.”

  Axe killed the engine and got off the bike. I stayed on, hoping to somehow chain myself to the handlebars. “I'm coming with you,” I said, my bottom lip trembling.

  Axe sighed. “You don't understand. If you come with me, you'll be aiding and abetting a fugitive. That comes with some serious prison time. I can't let you do that.”

  I put my hand on his face and caressed it. “I know that you love me and don't want anything bad to happen. But you need to hear me...I'm not getting off this fucking bike. There's nothing here for me. I'm a stripper for god's sake.”

  Axe suppressed a chuckle. “You are truly unique, do you know that, Winter?”

  I pinched both of his cheeks hard. “Just shut up and get back on the bike.”

  Axe shrugged and kissed me. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” I will always be by your side, Axe.

  I looked back at my apartment and realized that I didn't get to say goodbye to Jenny. The FBI would surely talk to her in a couple of days when they figured everything out. It might be awhile before I could contact her. I blew
her a kiss as Axe drove us away.

  We rode through the night, red taillights streaking past my vision, no particular destination in mind. The singular headlight of the motorcycle lit up the road ahead as streetlights flashed by us. We could go anywhere we wanted to. Start over if we had to. As long as we had each other we could get through anything. Our love would protect us.

  Epilogue

  Winter

  The virgin margarita was ice cold and tasted like summer. The sun beat down on my tanned skin as the sounds of the ocean crashed in the background. The view was absolutely incredible. The ocean went on for miles and met up with the horizon. The beach was completely deserted except for us. I never pictured myself living the high life. I lifted my sunglasses and looked over at Axe. My man.

  Axe lay on the beach chair next to me, his nose deep into a newspaper. His chiseled chest glistened in the sunlight. My thighs were still quivering from when we made love this morning. His body on top of me, thrusting in and out until finishing. I couldn't get enough of him and his thick cock. Just thinking about it brought a smile to my face.

  “How is everything back home?” I asked softly. We had been on the run for months now and even though we were living in paradise, Axe longed to go back home. His sense of duty to his MC was overriding any sort of fun that he could be having. Knowing that his brothers were in jail made the guilt unbearable. I wanted to be there for him but there wasn't anything I could do.

  Axe sighed and folded the newspaper. “That FBI Agent Swift is still on the lookout for us.”

  I remembered when Axe showed me the newspaper with my missing photo on it—a prom photo from high school. There were a couple quotes from Jenny about me being the “most incredible woman ever.” My stomach wrenched at the thought that Jenny probably believed I was hurt or dead. She didn't deserve that. A phone call to her could change all that but there was no way. The FBI probably had her cellphone tapped.

  It didn't take the FBI long to connect the dots and link me to Axe. The American media was fascinated with the hunt for us. The tabloids labeled us as Bonnie and Clyde, going around robbing banks and killing people. We weren't even in the U.S. anymore. The east coast of Mexico was our home now.

  “What are we going to do?” I asked Axe.

  Axe gazed towards the ocean. “We stay put. Once the media fervor dies down, the FBI will eventually give up the search. Then we can go back and figure out a plan to get my brothers out of prison. I just don't know when that will be.”

  I lay back in the lounge chair and stared up at the clear blue sky, my hands resting on my growing belly. Everything was perfect here. How could I ever leave? I wanted our child to grow up in this paradise. I looked back over at Axe and wanted to feel his warmth again. He needed to keep his mind off things.

  My mouth curled into a sly grin. I got out of my beach chair and crawled over to Axe on all fours. His eyes were distracted by the ocean but I knew how to get his attention. I reached under his boardshorts and felt his limp penis.

  “You didn't get enough this morning, baby?”

  I shook my head innocently and stroked his cock until it was throbbing hard in my palm. Axe closed his eyes and leaned back as I felt up his shaft. My finger-tips could barely reach around his entire girth. I pulled his boardshorts down until they rested around his knees, bringing his cock out into the light of day. The beach was still empty but even an audience wouldn't get me to stop.

  Axe tried to get up to kiss me but I placed my hand on his chest and shoved him back down. “No...no...no. Just relax and focus on my tits wrapped around your cock.” I guided Axe's hands underneath my black bikini top and he felt up my breast, pinching my nipple hard. His tongue licked his lips, craving to taste me.

  I untied my top and tossed it to the side. Axe could barely contain himself as I stroked his rod. I shoved his cock in between the canyon of my tits, enveloping him. I gathered saliva in my mouth and spit down into my cleavage, lubing his cock as I slid up and down. Axe reached out and grabbed my boobs, pushing them hard around his shaft. He thrust in and out, moaning at the top of his lungs. He couldn't last much longer.

  “Come all over me,” I whispered.

  Axe found his release and unloaded all over my chest, his white seed spurting out. I helped him along, running my tits up and down his cock. His cum covered every inch of my breasts, running down my cleavage and to my stomach. I released Axe and he fell back on the lounge chair..

  I used my rainbow-colored beach towel and cleaned myself up before it all dried on me. I lay next to Axe on his beach chair and rested my head on his chest. His breathing was fast and his heart pounded in my ear. I felt so safe in his arms. There wasn't anywhere else I wanted to be.

  “Do you think we're going to have a boy or a girl?” I asked.

  Axe stroked my hair. “Definitely going to be a boy.”

  I lifted my head off his chest. “How do you know?”

  “I can feel his strength.”

  I smiled and rested my head back on Axe. We were going to be one big happy family.

  The End

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  Embrace Me

  Copyright 2016 Lauren Hunt

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  Description

  Kayla and I never got our happily ever after. Two weeks before our marriage, I was put in prison for a crime I didn't commit.

  Four years later I walk out a free man, but Kayla has moved on and wants nothing to do with me. She still believes I'm guilty. Those beautiful eyes will never forgive me and it's the hardest thing to swallow.

  She can hate me all she wants but I won't let her take my heir away.

  Chapter One

  Kayla

  Time no longer mattered when I painted. Everything in my mind drifted away out to sea. My vision narrowed to a tunnel as the brush stroked against the blank canvas. Nothing came close to the calming effect of art. It put you on another planet—away from all the stress and distractions of the real world.

  But there was no paint on the brush.

  My hand made the movements of a conductor, guiding an orchestra, swiping the dry brush along the canvas, hoping for inspiration to strike. The white rectangle was telling me nothing. A faded image came into focus. I quickly dabbed my brush into some yellow and flung it onto the canvas before the image in my head dissolved. After some blue paint, I thought I finally had something.

  A beach and an ocean, Kayla? That's so amateur. What were you thinking?

  I sighed and dropped the brush to the ground. A painting of an ocean wouldn't be good enough for my first art show. I needed a piece that would wow the audience. Something that could evoke an emotion. Get people talking about me.

  All that schooling and I couldn't come up with anything. A Bachelor's in Art couldn't help with being creative.

  My phone rang. A welcome distraction. “Barbara Ann” by the Beach Boys boomed out of my vibrating phone. I checked the screen and smiled.

  “Hey Lily!”

  “Kayla, why the hell haven't you called me?”

  Lily was my roommate freshman year of college. Even though she was also an art major, we couldn't have been more different. Lily was too preoccupied with boys to really focus on art. Her idea of painting was throwing some streaks of paint on a canvas and calling it a day. I couldn't knock her for it though because she produced some really beautiful pieces. She had natural talent. I on the other hand did not. It took me weeks to produce a somewhat passable painting, sometimes not seeing the sun for days.

  “I'm sorry, Lily, I've been a little busy the past week.”

  “Oh the art show is next week! How is the painting coming?”

  I looked at the blank canvas and laughed. “Will anybody appreciate a framed
white canvas?”

  “Paint the words “The Beatles” and it will be just like the White Album.”

  That was actually a pretty good idea. There were definitely people out there that loved that lazy approach to art. But it wasn't me.